Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

In the days that followed, Jun Wuxie didn't go anywhere. He stayed under the tree in the small courtyard in the valley.

Of course, he wasn't daydreaming, nor was he admiring the scenery, even though the valley was picturesque.

He sat cross-legged under the tree, facing the house, with his eyes closed, devouring the energy of the Overlord Saint's peak Celestial Stage expert he had killed to cultivate.

The news of the annihilation of all the experts from the Three Sects would take some time to reach Hanzhou.

This was inevitable because the distance was too great.

The second batch of experts from the three major sects, who were preparing to support the Daqian royal family, should have arrived in the next few days, but now it seems they won't be coming.

Most likely, they knew what happened in Biancheng, hid themselves, and didn't dare to show up for the time being.

They would definitely send a message back to their sects, waiting for stronger people to arrive.

The six top sects in Hanzhou were divided into two camps, all coveting a certain ancient treasure within the Daqian territory.

They originally supported Wu An on one side and the Daqian royal family on the other, using this to fight a proxy war to determine victory or defeat.

But now, Jun Wuxie had disrupted their plans and become the biggest obstacle in their plans.

Jun Wuxie knew this well. Unless the six top sects in Hanzhou gave up on the treasure within the Daqian territory, he and the six sects would be in a life-and-death struggle.

He had already prepared to face the attack of the experts from the six major sects at the same time, and he had also prepared for them to be unable to do anything to him, vent their anger on the common people of Qingzhou, and use this to threaten him.

Day after day.

Jun Wuxie's realm continued to improve. Although it wasn't as fast as before, after all, he had reached the Great Saint Realm, it was still much faster than most cultivators, a speed that others couldn't envy.

Within his Blessed Cave, the Star Sea was constantly growing.

At the same time, during these days, in addition to devouring the corpses of experts to improve his realm, he was also gradually evolving the structure of the Star Sea, bit by bit evolving it into a Taiji Bagua.

This was not easy, and progress was very slow.

Although he already had a complete idea, and no problems had occurred in the process, the progress just couldn't be improved.

However, Jun Wuxie was not in a hurry. He knew what it meant to turn the Star Sea into a Taiji Bagua. At that time, when his Star Sea operated, its power would increase dramatically!

Now it was a three-fold increase, and he didn't know how many times it would increase in the future, and the Taiji Bagua Star Sea might even derive special divine abilities!

Therefore, slow progress was inevitable. It itself required a slow evolution process, without the slightest error, and every step had to be solid.

Stability was the most important thing.

Moreover, such a speed was not slow to the point of being unacceptable. It was estimated that in one or two years, he would definitely be able to complete the entire process, and by that time, he could reap the fruits of victory and improve his combat level by one level!

The days in cultivation always passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.

In the deep winter season, heavy snow fell, like snow-white goose feathers flying in the air.

Within the valley, a vast expanse of white snow.

The beautiful scenery and lush vegetation were all covered by thick snow.

The sound of the stream babbling could no longer be heard, as the stream water had frozen.

The same was true for the pool, where the ice layer was very thick, and the waterfall was also frozen, forming a spectacle.

The valley was very quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds foraging for food in the snowy weather.

It had been quiet here for a long time.

But the long silence was broken at this moment.

A blazing beam of light shot up into the sky, breaking through the clouds, as if connecting heaven and earth.

The chaotic golden light was too bright and dazzling.

The entire valley was submerged in chaotic golden light.

The golden light contained rich vitality, emanating from under the tree in the small courtyard where Jingya and Jun Wuxie lived.

The ice on the ground melted, and the ice layer in the pool and stream also melted in the golden light.

The space within the valley was trembling in the golden light that spread like ripples.

Jun Wuxie's body was filled with a powerful aura.

He was radiant, like a divine king sitting there.

After a long while, the chaotic beam of light finally subsided, and the chaotic golden light in the valley gradually dissipated.

"Finally broke through, mid-stage of the Great Saint's minor Celestial Realm."

Jun Wuxie opened his eyes, exhaled, and the expression on his face was neither happy nor sad, calm without the slightest ripple.

Such a cultivation speed was already very terrifying in the eyes of others, but for him, it didn't feel like anything.

If he continued to cultivate at this speed, there definitely wouldn't be enough time. I'm afraid that before he could stand alone, the demon race would have already found him.

Therefore, to increase the speed of cultivation, he still needed opportunities, special methods, and special resources to do so.

"I wonder how Aunt Jing is recovering now?"

Jun Wuxie looked at the house, but he couldn't detect the condition of her body, worried that she was at a crucial moment, and if he went to peek, disturbing her might cause bad consequences.

He thought about it, and then entered the Eternal Life Shrine, stepped into the Tomb of Weapons, tempered and refined his body, then exited and directly entered the Eight-Nine Mysterious Hall, appearing out of thin air in front of Linglong.

"Junior Brother, do you need something?"

Linglong slowly opened her eyes. She didn't even need to look to know that Jun Wuxie had come.

"I need Senior Sister Linglong's help. Does Senior Sister still remember the Demonic Daoist? He was trapped by me in a certain space in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Hall. Senior Sister has not only recovered now, but also broke through to the Saint Ancestor Realm. It's time to deal with the Demonic Daoist."

"So it's for this matter. If you didn't mention it, Senior Sister was also preparing to mention it to you next time I saw you. The Demonic Daoist harmed me greatly, trapping me in the coffin and making it difficult for me to come out. This debt should have been settled with him long ago! Back then, it was also because of this scoundrel that the Other Dao Sect was destroyed!"

There was a strong killing intent in Linglong's beautiful eyes, and the aura emanating from her body was extremely cold.

"Since that's the case, then let's go. However, Senior Sister should pay attention. Except for his head, Senior Sister must not damage the Demonic Daoist's body. The Blessed Cave must be preserved intact. I need the energy in his body."

"What do you want his energy for? His energy is full of evil and death attributes, completely different from the energy you cultivate, and also different from the aura of the undead. Furthermore, devouring cultivators to cultivate is a great taboo that will incur terrible karma!"

"Of course, I understand what Senior Sister is saying, so I have my own considerations. As for what karma, Senior Sister doesn't need to worry about it. Anyway, just keep his body, I have great use for it."

Linglong looked at him with some shock, not needing to worry about karma?

This kind of thing, any cultivator in the world who dared to try it would eventually die on the spot during tribulation, undoubtedly ending up with a tragic end.

Even the strongest lightning resistance wouldn't work.

Because the tribulation caused by that kind of karma is not the power of the corresponding realm, it is no longer lightning, but order, a certain order in the world that kills and obliterates those who are tainted with karma.

Jun Wuxie was speechless and had to tell her that he had been devouring enemies to cultivate since before the Saint Realm, and had gone through countless heavenly tribulations so far without any problems.

He said that he had a special ability to avoid karma that was unfavorable to him, preventing it from affecting him.

Linglong listened with some skepticism, and was very shocked in her heart. Did such an ability really exist?

Could it be a bloodline divine ability?

Linglong thought for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

She saw confidence in Jun Wuxie's eyes, so she believed that he was not exaggerating and that he really had this ability.

Jun Wuxie grabbed Linglong's wrist, and the two of them disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, they appeared in a dim space.

The environment here was very depressing, and the air was filled with dark violence.

Rumble!

The moment they appeared, a huge roar came from afar. A rotten palm covered the sky, shrouding the eight wastelands, and grabbed over.

"Overestimating yourself."

Linglong spoke coldly, and wisps of law ripples overflowed from her body, directly piercing and obliterating the rotten palm.

Jun Wuxie stood beside her, not feeling the slightest pressure.

She reached out and took Jun Wuxie's hand, and strode towards the distant sky. Between the movements of her lotus steps, mountains and rivers changed, stars shifted, and in an instant, it was a million miles, appearing in front of a coffin erected in the sky above the mountains.

"Is... is that you?"

The coffin, which was originally floating up and down, began to tremble at this time. The existence inside seemed to be full of fear, and even through the coffin, one could feel his unease and trembling.

"Weren't you very arrogant back then? You dared to seal this Sect Master. Now, you are so cowardly that you are shrinking in the coffin and dare not show your face?"

Linglong's voice was very pleasant, but her tone was too indifferent, without the slightest emotion, and with an extremely strong aura, which made Jun Wuxie feel that she was completely two different people from her usual self.

"Sect Master, things are not what you think. I just wanted to protect you back then, so I applied a seal on your coffin, for fear that someone would break in and disturb or harm you! My loyalty can be seen by heaven and earth, a sincere heart, only for the safety of Sect Master you, please don't misunderstand me like this!"

A sad voice came from the coffin, sounding like tears were streaming down his face, and those who didn't know would think he had suffered a great grievance.

In fact, he was despicable and shameless, and extremely brazen.

He clearly wanted to plot against Senior Sister Linglong, but the conspiracy didn't succeed. He could actually shamelessly say such words. Even Jun Wuxie, whose face was as thick as a city wall, couldn't help but blush for him.

"You are very good at acting, and also very shameless." The killing intent in Linglong's eyes grew stronger. "Do you think this Sect Master came to reason with you?"

As her words fell, Linglong flicked her sleeves, and a flash of white light erupted, laws blossoming. With a deafening crash, the coffin shattered into pieces, all the Daoist symbols on it obliterated.

The demonic Daoist who had been hiding inside tumbled out.

He turned, intending to flee, but abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Because he remembered where he was, and how could he possibly escape?

"Sect Leader, within this world, I fear only the two of us remain from the Sect of Divergent Paths. Do you truly intend to eradicate us completely, showing no mercy, severing the lineage? The ancestral founders in heaven will surely weep. How can you be so heartless?"

The demonic Daoist turned around, looking at Linglong with a face full of grief.

Jun Wuxie finally saw the demonic Daoist's appearance clearly.

He had originally thought the demonic Daoist would have a hideous face.

But unexpectedly, the demonic Daoist's features were quite regular, even a little handsome, only his complexion was too pale, like a zombie.

His eyes always gave off a sense of gloom and evil.

Pa!

Linglong did not respond to the demonic Daoist's words. A white bone hand, condensed from energy, fiercely struck him in the face.

The appearance of the white bone hand was too sudden, the speed too fast. Even the demonic Daoist could not react in time, unable to dodge at all, and was directly hit.

He let out a miserable scream, sent flying by the blow, spraying teeth from his mouth, blood streaking his face, his cheekbones exposed.

"Sect Leader, you can't do this, listen to me… Ah!"

Before the demonic Daoist could finish speaking, the white bone hand stretched out, crushing his shoulder, splattering blood.

He wanted to dodge, but found that his body could not move at all, locked by a terrifying aura, and imprisoned in the air.

"You… you broke through to the Saint Ancestor realm?"

The demonic Daoist was utterly despairing. The Saint Ancestor realm was too powerful.

He had originally thought that if Linglong had not completely recovered, he might still have a chance to turn the tables.

Now it seemed there was no possibility at all, and only death lay before him!

Linglong's eyes were cold as she pulled Jun Wuxie towards the demonic Daoist.

The demonic Daoist trembled all over, almost paralyzed with fear, and begged loudly: "Sect Leader, spare me! For the sake of the ancestral founders, spare me once, please?"

He was afraid, he was terrified.

He had endured the torment of countless years, finally reaching this era, this golden age. If he could get out, there would be infinite possibilities in the future.

To die like this was too unwilling!

"A degenerate like you is worthy of mentioning the ancestral founders? The sect died because of you, what face do you have to mention the founders?"

Linglong's killing intent was boiling. Jun Wuxie could clearly feel that this killing intent had become so intense that it could not be increased.

Pfft!

In the void, bone spurs suddenly emerged, piercing the demonic Daoist's abdomen and lungs, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood, letting out unwilling roars.

"Linglong! You are so vicious! Although I wanted to seal you, I ultimately did not succeed, but you want to kill me. How can you do this, do you want to sever the inheritance of the Dark Daoist Arts? The founders will not forgive you, you are a sinner of the Sect of Divergent Paths! !"

The demonic Daoist roared like a madman, as if he was not at fault in the slightest, and all the blame was on Linglong.

Hearing such words, Jun Wuxie could not help but sneer, saying: "You truly do not know what shame is! What do you think you are, trying to play double standards in front of Senior Sister Linglong? The destruction of the Sect of Divergent Paths was all caused by you degenerates who cultivate Dark Daoist Arts. You are the sinners, and will forever be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

"Boy, it's all you, it's all you who ruined this seat's plan, it's all you who caused this seat's eternal schemes to be destroyed in one day. This seat can't wait to tear you apart, drink your blood, and eat your flesh!"

The demonic Daoist roared madly, his face twisted and terrifying, his hair exploded, like a vengeful ghost.

"You want to tear him apart, do you have the ability?" With a palm strike, Linglong blasted cracks all over the demonic Daoist's head, "Daring to utter harsh words when death is imminent. There is one thing you can be said to be right about, this sect intends to sever the inheritance of the Dark Daoist Arts, to rectify the ways of the Sect of Divergent Paths!"

"You… you dare to do this, you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors!"

"Senior Sister, he is too noisy."

Jun Wuxie said lightly.

Linglong nodded, and with a point of her finger, a bone-jade white finger beam pierced through the demonic Daoist's brow, penetrating his sea of consciousness, killing his soul.

The demonic Daoist's eyes widened, a large amount of blood spurted from his brow, his pupils dilated, and he fell backward.

A generation of overlord died just like that.

This scourge finally received the result he deserved.

Jun Wuxie took the demonic Daoist's corpse into his body, but found that Senior Sister Linglong was standing in the sky above the mountain range, lost in thought.

"The last person Senior Sister knew from that era is also dead."

Linglong sighed, then turned to stare at Jun Wuxie, saying: "In this world, the only person Senior Sister knows is you."

"You will meet more people in the future."

Jun Wuxie took her away and returned to the previous space.

Given that Linglong still needed to comprehend the Undead Daoist Arts, Jun Wuxie did not mention taking her out to see the world, planning to bring it up in a few days.

Linglong was currently at the most sensitive period for comprehending the Undead Daoist Arts, and such a good opportunity should not be missed.

He took the demonic Daoist's corpse and left the Eight Nine Mysterious Palace alone, returning to the small courtyard in the valley.

Now he was just waiting for Aunt Jing to recover. When the time came, he could use the demonic Daoist's energy to help her recover to her peak and break through her realm.